Julian's New Size

[Trait Swap: big bear, muscle twink]

Julian’s first thought that morning was of pancaked. He heard his big belly growling and glanced at the clock. It was 7 am. Maybe he should have the chef show up earlier? Or she could leave some in the fridge. What he really craved was a big stack of pancakes--covered in butter and syrup, with fluffy whipped cream on top. He thought about his usual breakfast just a few weeks before: egg whites and greek yogurt. “Maybe if it was covered in cheese,” he thought as he hopped out of bed. “Cheese and garlic bread… Mmm…”

The thud his feet made hitting the floor still surprised him, almost as much as the effort it took to get his big body out of bed. He scratched his hairy belly, running his fingers over his “fur” to enjoy the sensation. Gone were the days of shaving himself smooth every day, thankfully, although his torso was never as hairy as it had been lately. Just one more thing he was getting used to.

Julian squeezed into his shower and turned the faucet. The remodel wouldn’t start for another two days, so he would have to deal with this dinky little shower he barely fit in now. His wide, thick shoulders rubbed against the tile and glass door, respectively, as he squeezed enough bodywash into his hand to fill it to the brim. It took a lot of soap to get him clean nowadays.

“Two fucking towels,” he said as he tossed them both, soaked, into the hamper. “Good god, being this big is going to take some getting used to.”

In front of the mirror, he took some time to explore his body, something he was doing a lot lately. It still looked unfamiliar to him. He could see his face in there, although his beard was much thicker, and overall his head was a lot wider. He had no neck, either. “Jesus, Christ, I make Thuney look like a pencil-necked little guy,” he said as he traced a finger down his head head to his thick shoulders. “I look like a bulldog,” he thought, smiling, then frowning, then sticking out his tongue to explore the range of his much thicker face. “An attractive bulldog,” he added. Even for a big dude, he was still a looker.

He rapped a meaty fist against his pronounced pecs, making them bounce. So much fucking muscle! It was fun getting to bench with the big boys. Then he grabbed two handfuls of his big gut, lifted it up and then let it fall. “Do I miss my abs?” he thought. Something about all that warm, furry mass was pleasant. He liked it. He remembered being smaller, having a chiseled, muscular body, and something about it seemed too feminine to him now. “Looks like I”m really getting used to this,” he said, clapping his hands against his big ass. That was the part of his big body he still wasn’t used to. He kept knocking things over as he turned.

“Look at these boxers!” he said aloud to himself as he got dressed. He held his underwear up and turned it around, still amazed at how much fabric it took to cover his junk. “Jesus, it’s the same size as my fucking pillowcases! And it’s the smallest article of clothing on my body.” It took a lot to cover an ass like his, he reminded himself.

He walked into his kitchen in an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, his new casual outfit of choice. He heard the buzzing on his intercom; someone was at the gate of his house. He hoped it was the delivery guy with the pancakes he had ordered, but it was the team physician. Shit, he thought. Forgot about that damned appointment.

“Well, you’re 77 inches,” the doctor said, “and 340 pounds.” He made some notes on his tablet and turned back to the athlete with a shrug. “Your vitals are all normal--for a man of your size, that is.”

Julian took a look down at his big, beefy body, and shrugged. “I feel great, honestly. Better than ever.”

“Interestingly enough,” the doctor added, “your blood type has changed. I thought it was a mistake--it’s not really possible, to be honest--but it turns out, my initial finding was correct. I’m curious what else has changed.”

Julian’s eyes lit up as he heard the intercom buzz again. Finally, his damned pancakes were there! “If you’ll excuse me,” he said, heading up to the intercom panel and buzzing in his guest without a word. “Anyway, I’m not surprised. I mean, it’s not possible to sprout up 7 inches and put on 150 pounds in an instant, either. I wonder if my DNA is even the same.”

The doctor thought about it. “I wonder… I’ll get some tests done.”

“So you’re gonna pass this all on to the coach?” Julian said as he patted his rumbling belly. “Let him know I’m in tip-top shape so he’ll let me play?”

The doctor shrugged. “Well, of course… but from what I’ve heard, he’s still unsure if he can use you in your… current state.”

Julian rolled his eyes. “Simple position change. Make me a lineman. I guarantee I’d dominate on the O-line.” He flexed his arms, satisfied by their girth. “You should see how much weight I can put up at the gym.”

“That’s not up to me,” the doctor said. “But I’ll pass along what I found. I’ll leave you to your pancakes.”

He headed out the side door. Julian heard a knock at the front door. He opened it, expecting to see a delivery guy. What he saw was a fit little blonde guy with dimples. It took him a moment to recognize him.

“Jesus, Richie, what the hell are you doing here?”

*

Somebody published the pics from the photoshoot where this all happened. ESPN magazine claimed it was a data breach, that they had nothing to do with it. Lawyers were on it, but Julian wasn’t that embarrassed.

It was a pretty generic shoot, just a handful of star players from different teams. JJ Watt was there, as was Joey Bosa, Tyrone Crawford, Aaron Rodgers, and of course, Richie Incognito. They were all in their uniforms, outside on the field, each taking an intimidating stance as they posed the shot. The sky was overcast and the air felt like rain, but the photographer said he just needed a few more shots.

After the incident, doctors said that Richie and Julian should have been killed by the bolt of lightning that struck them both.

“Have a seat,” Julian said as he opened the to-go boxes stuffed with pancakes. “I’m gonna have breakfast. You hungry?”

Richie shook his head. He was so much quieter now, so much more sedated. Gone was the boisterous bully, it seemed. For the first time in Richie Incognito’s life he was waiting to speak.

“Anyway, what’s the problem? Why you so glum?” Julian shoved down some pancakes and poured syrup directly into his mouth. “Look at you! You’re a goddamned heartthrob. Lemme see those abs!” He reached with a meaty paw toward Richie’s shirt, but the smaller man shoved him away.

“I got cut from the team,” Richie said. “Coach said… my skills don’t translate to this size.” He looked down at his body and hung his head in shame.

In that one flash of lightning, Richie’s body had shrunk about eight inches shorter while he deflated by over a hundred pounds. The pictures going viral were of Richie swimming in oversized football pads while Julian’s huge frame burst out of his.

“Docs still don’t know what happened,” Julian said as he put a hand against his big gut and belched loudly. “I say, lean into it. Do Playgirl or something. I mean people were itching to get my clothes off when I was…” He gestured toward Richie’s much smaller body. “...that size.”

Richie shook his head. “I fucking hate this,” he said. He clenched his fist and punched it on the table. The pound wasn’t nearly as devastating as he had hoped. Julian chuckled, a mouthful of mushy dough spilling from his mouth. Richie scowled at Julian.

“I’m sorry!” Julian said as he swallowed, snorting as he fought back laughter. “I’m sorry, it’s just… Look, I used to be that size. It’s not a body built for power. It’s supposed to be quick off the field. And off the field…” He winked at Richie. “Honestly, buddy, you’re a hell of a looker now. I can’t keep my eyes off you.”

Richie blushed and shoved himself away from the table. He paced awkwardly around the kitchen. “Don’t fucking say things like that.” Julian figured he probably meant it as a threat, but it sounded like a half-hearted plea. Gone was the brash juggernaut Richie used to be, Julian thought. Now was this pretty little dude.

Julian hopped to his feet. He took a moment to relish the fact that he towered over Richie now. “Look, little guy...:”

“Don’t call me that!” Richie snapped.

“Fine, BIG MAN,” Julian taunted. He took a few heavy footsteps toward Richie. “Look, buddy, you and I both know neither of us is 100% straight.”

“Shutup!” Richie said. “Nobody’s supposed to know that! You fucking swore!”

Julian shrugged his broad shoulders. “I mean, hey, it’s just us here, friend. And honestly, my type has always been… ripped and little and pretty, just like I used to be. Just like you are now. And I know the guys you usually fucked around with in private were always big mac trucks like you, am I right? And I gotta say, you’re looking quite a bit my type nowadays…” He put a big hand on Richie’s shoulder and gave him a squeeze. “And I”m guessing I look a lot like your type nowadays…”

He put another hand on the small of Richie’s back and pulled him closer. Richie sighed, letting his face sink into Julian’s firm belly. The intercom buzzed and the two snapped apart.

“Goddammit,” Julian said as he walked to the intercom. He had a big boner in his sweatpants and could see Richie had both of his hands over his own crotch.

“Yo Julian, it’s Gronk!” said a deep voice on the other end of the intercom. “I heard you put on some LBs? I wanted to see how it looks in person!”

Julian smiled. Richie went white.

*

Gronk gave Julian a few punches in the gut. Julian took them easily and the big tight end clapped him on the back. “Look at you!” Gronk said, grabbing Julian’s arms to test their size. “Big fucking grizzly bear! I love it. You’re almost seeing eye to eye with me!”

Julian grabbed Gronk around the waist and lifted him into the air easily. “Holy fuck!” Gronk exclaimed, overjoyed at a new playmate his size. Juiian dropped his big buddy on the ground.

“Fuckin A!” Gronk said. “How the fuck did this happen?”

“Lightning I guess?” Julian said. He could see over Gronk’s shoulder, Richie was tiptoeing to the side door. “Anyway, the docs think it’s permanent. I’m talking to Bill about being a full time lineman. We’ll see how it goes!”

“Look at all that mass!” Gronk said, slapping Julian’s big ass and grabbing his big gut. “Dude, you’ll be a wrecking ball with all this size.”

Richie slowly turned the door handle, straining to be silent, but Gronk noticed Julian looking past him.

“The fuck?” Gronk said as he walked over to the much smaller man. “Who the fuck is this?” He turned to Julian with an eyebrow raised. “Fuck, buddy,” Gronk said. “Did I walk in on a little private time?”

Julian chuckled. “Gronk, you’ve met Richie.”

Gronk whirled around, grabbing the smaller man by the shoulders and pulling him close. Richie went white. In his life he’d probably never been manhandled by a guy so much bigger than him before. “INCOGNITO?!” Gronk said as he turned the little guy around and inspected his shrunken body. “Fuck, man, I’d heard about what happened but getting to see it up close…”

“Lemme go,” Richie pleaded, but Gronk didn’t. He pulled up Richie’s shirt, running his hands over the smaller man’s abs. Then he grabbed the little guy by the waist and hoisted him up easily, tossing him over his shoulder. With one hand he yanked Richie’s pants down, exposing a cute, perky little bubble butt.

“You have been a VERY BAD BOY,” Gronk barked, spanking Richie with his huge palm. “You’ve got quite a lot of nasty behavior to answer for!” he said. He alternated cheeks, and soon each one glowed red with Gronk’s big handprint as Richie howled over his shoulder.

“Now,” Gronk said as he said Richie down on the floor, “have you learned your lesson?” Richie wouldn’t look up; he stood in the shadow of two MUCH BIGGER men. His body language implied that he hated the position, but the tent in his pants stated otherwise.

“Does little Richie like this?” Gronk said, his eyes lighting up.

Julian chuckled. “It’s okay, Richie. Gronk swings both ways too.”

“Hell yeah,” Gronk said. “And back in the day, Julian’s ass was one of my favorites. I’m pretty excited to try it out now that it’s on YOUR body.” Gronk picked Richie up and handed him to Julian, who held the smaller man like he was carrying his bride. “Meet you in the bedroom, buddy!” Gronk gave Julian a thunderclap of a high five and headed up the stairs, shedding his clothes as he went.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Julian said kindly, “but then again, maybe if I dumped a few loads in that little body, it’ll plump you back up to your former size? Whatta ya say?”

Richie let out a sigh. “Fine,” he said. “Let’s do it.” In a much quieter voice, he said, “Gronk’s hot as fuck…”

“My man!” Julian said as he walked toward his bedroom with little Richie in tow. “It’s about time you can admit this stuff out loud. I think the three of us are going to have a really good time up there,” he said.

Gronk was sprawled across his bed totally nude as soon as they entered. Julian set Richie down and stripped his big, bearish body naked. When he sat on the bed, the whole thing creaked and tilted toward him.

“Which one you want first?” Gronk said loudly, flexing his arms. “You want caveman or grizzly bear? Or maybe both?”

Soon enough, Richie had Gronk pounding his ass while Julian fucked his face. The two big men high-fived after they came, then switched the smaller guy around.

“I want to cum on his abs,” Gronk growled. “He’s so fucking hot now.”

“If you do, I want to lick them clean,” Julian said.

But no matter how many loads Richie took, he remained 190 pounds.